Flight 248
by TheKatInTheHat5
Summary: Clove Evans thought she was buying a regular plane ticket, with the only peculiarity being that it had multiple destinations. But after a long night of turbulence, and one less person at the headcount the next morning, Clove soon finds out what she is in store for, on flight 248. Clove/Cato
1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games, or the characters in this story. Both of those belong to the lovely Suzanne Collins.

"All passengers on flight 248 with service to California, Russia and Canada, we are now boarding," one of the flight attendants announces over the intercom. I reach down to my larger bag, pulling up the 'easy maneuvering' handle, and sling my travel case over my shoulder.

The line to the plane entrance starts to grow, as I make my way to the third class section. While I was looking for flights to Canada, a multi-location flight was easier to pay for. Go figure.

"Name please," a flight attendant asks me, as I reach the front of the line. I answer him while reaching into my bag to retrieve my passport. "Clove Evans," my voice catches slightly, as I get a good look at the attendant. My eyes wander for a minute as I notice the man's muscular figure and messy blonde hair.

He snaps me out of my daze, by nudging me ever so slightly. "Oh, right," I blush and hand him my passport. He scans my passport, closing it and handing it back to me. As he hands it back to me, I just barely notice the piece of paper sticking inside.

Wanting to ask the attendant about the paper, I turn back around, only to realize he is helping another passenger.

A tall blonde lady directs me towards the gate, and I try desperately to suppress rolling my eyes at her. She seems to be my age, if not younger, and is wearing a shortened version of the flight attendant uniform. Skirt and all. And as I continue to observe, I note that she both looks stupid, and seems to be stupid, as she is repeating details that have already been said by other flight attendants.

She directs me again for a second time, and this time I oblige, leaning against the ramp railing to find her nametag. As I read the name '_Glimmer Shine_,' I suddenly have great difficulty trying not to laugh.

Continuing down the gate ramp, and onto the plane - after several more 'get moving' gestures from _Glimmer_, I find myself slightly shocked to see the cabin.

The plane is rather open, and it appears that there isn't a single seat inside. Instead of seats, in a circular formation, I notice three rows of numbered rooms.

"Do you need help finding your room?" a voice belonging to a rather pretty brown haired girl calls out to me.

I swivel around on the spot, nodding in the process. "Yes please. I didn't even know there were rooms. Fancy," I say while taking my time.

The attendant nods as I hand her my boarding pass. She takes the pass from me, just as the small piece of paper that the blonde haired man gave me, flutters onto the floor. Leaning down, I snatch it off the floor before the attendant has a chance to see it.

Thankfully, she seems preoccupied dealing with my boarding pass. As I look over her shoulder, I notice that she is using some sort of pen on the back of the paper. 'Odd,' I think. 'Aren't you just supposed to use the seat number?' I wonder silently.

She continues penning over the page, and I notice that the ink she is using is clear. I almost ask her what she is doing, when two numbers start to appear on the page, in bright red ink.

The attendant gasps slightly, when she sees the number. Craning my neck, I lean closer to read over the tall woman's shoulder. The card reads, "room number 40."

**AN: Thank you to anyone who read this! This is my first fanfiction, and reviews are greatly appreciated! ~Kat**


	2. Chapter 2

**Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games, or any of the characters.**

"Flight attendants, please move to the cabin, we are now ready for takeoff," the pilot's voice rings over the intercom.

I have been sitting in room number 40, the room I am going to be occupying for the next three days and four hours, for almost an hour. Getting all the passengers into their rooms has been taking quite a while, but having a bed to sit on is making it somewhat worthwhile.

Just as Katniss told me I should do, I get off the bed and start to look for the lever that maneuvers the bed into an upright position. I crawl around on the floor, until I find the cold, metal lever.

The bed squeaks as I pull the lever, shoving the bed into a sitting position. The resistance surprises me, as I suspect that all of the rooms are used frequently. But the amount of time it takes to move the bed, and find the seatbelt, squashes that assumption.

As I wait for the plane liftoff, I am able to get a better view of my room. Other than the bed, which is in the leftmost corner, there is a small toilet and sink that is covered with a shower curtain.

"Odd," I speak aloud, listening to my voice as it bounces around the room. "For the price I paid, to be in my own room, with a bed and private toilet," I finish the last part of my thought, just as the pilot's voice comes back over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we hope that you have a pleasant flight with Air Panem, and liftoff will commence shortly," the plane begins to move, as he finishes speaking.

With no one to tell me that I am not allowed to wear an 'over the ear' headset, I pull out my iPod, and let my music lull me to sleep.

I wake up to the sound of knocking at my door. "Clove Evans? This is Katniss with the refreshments cart," the heavy door muffles Katniss' voice, and I can hear the sound of bottles jingling in the background.

Rolling over, I slump out of my bed, my feet padding against the carpet as I walk to open the door. As soon as I open the door, Katniss starts rummaging around the cart. She looks rather uneasy, but I wouldn't know what is bothering her.

"What would you like, Ms. Evans?" Katniss asks, continuing to open drawers and cupboards on the refreshments cart. "Sprite with ice please," I tell her, almost laughing at the sound of being called 'Ms. Evans.' I watch as she continues to shake while looking for the sprite, and decide against it.

Instead, I try to soften the mood, which isn't an easy thing for me to do. "So, what time does dinner come around?" I ask while Katniss adds ice to the container. "Seven," she replies hastily, popping the tab on the soda container. By now she is shaking so badly, that she ends up spilling some of the soda on the cart.

I watch as she pours the rest of the pop, handing it to me so she can start cleaning up. As she starts mopping up the fizzing soda with a rag, my curiosity gets the better of me.

"I know it isn't really my place to ask, but is everything all right?" my voice ends up sounding really calm, which isn't something I'm used to hearing after speaking. Usually I sound intimidating or confident, but not calm.

Katniss looks up from under her bangs and places the rag on the cart. Her quivering lip, shaky hands and worry lines, suddenly seem to be replaced with fear. She takes a deep breath and I can tell by the expression on her face that she is contemplating what she is about to say.

"You are in room number 40," she manages to get out. I nod, wondering what the room I'm staying in has to do with her worrying. "Clove," another shaky breath. "Room number 40 means," she stops again, and I nod, prompting her to continue. "It means, it means that you will be the first to die."

**AN: Oh my goodness! Another chapter! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, reviews really mean a lot to me, especially since this is my first fanfiction. ~Kat**


	3. Chapter 3

**Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, or an ideas that that come from the hunger games. Those belong to Susan Collins.**

Her words reverberate through my head. The first to die? What on Earth does she mean?

"Katniss," I call out, only to be greeted with the most unusual sight. Within the five-second period of Katniss telling me, my horrible fate – which I haven't succumbed to listening to – and the three-second period of me freaking out, Katniss seems to have disappeared into thin air.

"Perfect, just perfect," I mumble, pulling out my room key. Taking the key, I jam it into the lock, angrily twisting it back and forth until I hear a 'click.'

"Excuse me, but you can't go in there," a vaguely familiar voice, stops me from what I'm doing. But only for a second, before I regain my thoughts. "Well, excuse me! That is my room, and if you don't mind-" I turn around just to see the person who interrupted me, and cut myself off.

He puts his hands up in a 'don't shoot' motion, but a smirk makes its way onto his face. Almost instantly, the smirk is wiped away and replaced with seriousness, and a tinge of something else. Fear maybe? Hate? 'No, probably fear,' I tell myself.

"You really can't go in there," he says, more gentle this time. Ignoring him, I push the door open, and step into my room. "Okay, I guess we'll do this the hard way," the man says.

As I step into my room, the man walks in just behind me, closing the door quickly. He locks the door, just as I spin around.

"What the hell!" I shout quietly. The man ignores me, but poses another question himself. "What did she tell you?" he demands equally as quiet. I give him a blank look.

"Katniss, what did she tell you?" he demands again, this time not as harsh as before.

I tell him how she told me I was the first to die.

As soon as I speak, the man's eyes soften. Quickly though, they harden again, with a look of determination. "You can trust me, Katniss and Johanna. Tonight, meet the three of us in room thirty-five. Knock twice, then three times, then twice again. Bring all your bags," he speaks quickly and quietly, as if someone is about to burst in at any second.

As soon as the man finishes speaking, a jumble of questions ring through my head. What is going on? Why can I only trust three people? Am I going to die?

He walks over to the door, opening it slightly, and then looking out. Stepping out quickly, he resumes his place beside a refreshments cart.

"Oh and one more thing," the man says. I look up, my thoughts clearing momentarily. "Be careful Clove," he says, moving down the hallway swiftly.

**A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews for chapters one and two! I really appreciate the actions that the people who reviewed for me took, because it keeps me motivated. Hope you enjoyed chapter 3!**

**Does anyone else think that the song Glory and Gore by Lorde is the perfect song for Cato and Clove in the hunger games? **


	4. Chapter 4

**Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games, or the characters portrayed in this story. **

The time until dinner passes quickly, much sooner than I thought it would. I guess I thought that with all the thinking I did, time would pass slower. Instead, I got the completely opposite effect.

"Are you lost, miss?" a rather shrill voice calls out to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking around for the person who just spoke, my eyes lay upon the sight of Glimmer Shine. _Just lovely._

"Trust me when I say, I think I know this plane better than you do, and I'm only a passenger," I state, trying not to snap at the blonde. Glimmer's perfectly manicured eyebrows arch, as she rolls her eyes.

"Well excuse me, for trying to do my job!" she snaps back, letting out a dramatic sigh. Oh god, what have I done now? Sometimes I seriously need to calculate what I'm going to say.

I brush past Glimmer, walking between the separation of two rows of rooms, and out into the main hallway. Turning around, I watch as Glimmer rolls her eyes in disgust, and adjusts another part of her shirt. Laughing halfheartedly, I continue down the hallway, in search of room 35.

I'm surprised at the distance; by the time I reach room 35. You would think that room 35 and room 40 would be in the same row, but for some reason they aren't.

As I walk up to the door, I try and remember what Cato told me. 'Twice, three times, then twice again.'

Bringing my hand towards the door, but let it drop, first looking back and forth to check if there is anyone watching me. Thankfully the hallway is empty, and I raise my hand again. 'Twice, three times, twice.' I say in my head, as my hand mimics the motion.

The door opens quickly, and I see the head of someone I don't recognize. "Are you Clove?" the woman asks me quickly. I nod in response, trying to figure out who this person is. As I watch her turn around in the doorway, a nametag that was hidden under the woman's jacket becomes visible.

'Johanna Mason,' the nametag reads. Good, Cato told me I could trust her.

I turn back towards Johanna, just as she opens the door, shoving me inside the room. Wanting to give her a strange look, I turn around, but something catches my eye before I do the full turn.

_Cato. _I watch out of the corner of my eye, as Cato stands up, walking towards me. "Everyone, this is Clove. Clove, this is Johanna and Katniss," Cato says, while Johanna locks the door.

I step forward, looking around the room. The room is larger than my room, with red carpet and four beds instead of one. Wondering who's going to be sleeping there, I ask Cato.

"Who is sleeping in those beds? And more importantly, why am I here?" I ask, watching Cato's expression change. A quick flash of fear covers his face, but he hides that with another, expressionless look.

"We sleep on those beds, because there isn't a hatch on this floor. You will be sleeping here too," Johanna explains. I give her a quizzical look, wondering what she means by a 'hatch.'

Katniss notices my look, and gives me a rather unhelpful, and eerie explanation. "You'll see. Just wait until headcount tomorrow morning. And don't leave this room."

**A/N: Finally, chapter four! Thank you for everyone who left me a review! They are so wonderful, and really inspire me, so thanks. :D**

**~Kat**


	5. Chapter 5

"Clove stop!" Cato screams as I run down the hallway. I realized that my iPod wasn't in my backpack and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving it in the room.

Cato rushes behind me and grabs my arm so forcefully I can't move away from him. "What the hell?" I yelp, trying to pull my arm out of his grasp. "Clove listen to me. You can't go into your room. We already told you that room 40 is-"

I whip out my keys from my back pocket and unlock the door, cutting him off mid sentence. My iPod is lying on my bed with my purple earbuds still attached. Racing into the room I grab my Kate Spade adorned iPod and shove it into my back pocket, pulling the earbuds out and placing them in a separate pocket.

Just as I turn around to leave my room, the sound of metal scraping against metal fills the room. I look to Cato and his face is filled with pure horror. "Clove you.. out of… room!" I can barely make out what Cato is saying over the wretched noise.

Suddenly, a huge gust of air blows through somewhere in the room, and a force as strong as the Hulk slams me against the back wall. To my great terror, I watch as a huge gap in the floor appears, sucking out the air in the room.

Finally I'm able to put together the pieces of information that everyone was telling me. This is what Katniss meant by, 'room 40 means you die first.'

Cato screaming in the doorway is what snaps me out of my thoughts. I realize that if I stay where I am, that I will surely not live to see the morning. With as much force as I can muster, I throw myself towards the door. A current of air slams me against Cato, who pulls me out of the room through the door frame. Just before he slams the door shut, I watch as the wrought-iron bed I had been sitting on just hours before, is sucked out of the airplane through a hatch in the floor.


	6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story

None of the thoughts running through my head are enough to explain what I just saw. '_This is too much' _seems to be the idea that is controlling my actions, as I feel myself slumping towards the carpeted floor. My breath becomes ragged and chills spread across my body. _Breath_, I tell myself. Sucking air into my lungs I let my head fall against the cool metal door leading into room 40. Visions of the floor opening underneath me fill my head and I can't help but wonder what would have happened to me if…

_NO! _I shout. _Clove, pull yourself together!_ I command myself angrily as I feel my breath begin to hitch. I can't think about that now. I need to think.

_Focus. _I tell myself. _What happened to confident and intimidating? You must seem like such a mess! _Bitterly I laugh, but soon a feeling of relief washes the bitterness away. _I'm not dead. I'm okay and I'm not dead. _Scrambling to collect myself another thought pops into my head just as fast as the first one. _What the hell is going on? _A part of me silently screams, infuriated by what I just witnessed.

"I will explain," Cato's voice sharpens my senses and I realize quickly that I did not, in fact, only ask myself the question. _Well dammit Clove; now he thinks your crazy because he probably heard the rest of that too!_ I'm such an idiot sometimes. The sound of Cato's voice did snap me out of my bubble, as I find myself becoming more alert. Focusing, I begin to feel the warmth of his arms against my skin and the strange pattern it has caused my heart to beat in. Cato hauls me to my feet effortlessly as though I weigh no more than a small child. Before I can meet his eyes, I collect myself. _Confident and intimidating, okay? _The voice in my head suggests. I ignore the sound and turn around to face Cato. His eyes are soft as he meets my gaze. It's as though he can read my mind. He gives me a look that tells me I don't need to even say it. He knows.

From the end of the hallway, I see a movement. A blonde flash catches Cato's attention and mine. Glimmer Shine's voice fills the hallway as she saunters towards Cato. I decide it's best to leave before she can catch site of me, and I turn quickly to dash out of site. Before I can even take two steps, a firm grip on my arm pulls me to a halt. Cato's eyes meet mine as he shoves a slip of paper into my hand. Releasing his grip on my arm, I rush down the hallway before Glimmer can catch site of me. I jog quickly but lightly to avoid drawing attention to myself. Although the hallways are empty I do not want someone to stop me and ask me to return to my room. I need a place to read the note Cato gave me. What could it say? Turning down a smaller hallway, I duck into a nook concealed by a panel. Perfect. Trying to calm my breathing, I stop briefly before unfolding the paper. _Deep breaths._ With shaky hands, I unfold the first folded crease and then the second revealing a short few words.

Trust only us. Everyone will die.

Hey what did you guys think? Sorry I've been gone for so long but I finally posted chapter 6! Stay tuned for chapter 7 and reviews really help me a lot! ~Kat


	7. Chapter 7

**Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story as they belong to suzanne collins!**

My nerves are twisted inside, and I feel like I'm about to puke everywhere. I push myself forward down the hallway, looking for the washroom sign. Near room twenty-five, I see the sign for a bathroom, and grab the door. It opens with a loud squeak, and I step into the cubicle, shutting the door behind me.

Turning to look in the mirror, the face staring back at me doesn't look like my own. Of course, nothing has changed, but the expression hanging on my face is not one I am used to seeing on myself. Usually, I stay calm, confident and collected, but right now, the only thing reflected on my face is pain. Misery, pain and confusion. Those are not adjectives I ever associate with myself. Not ever.

I take another glance at the mirror, and force the confidence back onto my face. It comes naturally, as I perfected the look of poise and strength, which later brought real confidence. Fake it until you make it, no?

My hair is rather dishevelled, so I pull it out of the messy ponytail, and let my brown hair hang loose around my shoulders.

_Only a few more minutes and I'll go back out there. _The voice in the back of my head tells me. Somehow, my real confidence breaks through, and I unlock the door, shoving it open and squashing the voice in the back of my head.

I click the door shut behind me, and make my way back to room 35. I can trust them in there. They've shown me that so far.

I can trust them.

I can trust them.

I can trust them.

Right?

I find my way to the room, and knock as instructed. Johanna opens the door and grabs me, pulling me inside. Katniss is standing right behind her and she seems scared.

"We thought that you'd died, Clove," Johanna whispers. I shake my head, now I'm confused. Why would they think I'm dead? Wouldn't Cato have told them I was fine?

"Where's Cato?" I ask, getting frantic. Johanna's eyes widen, and she glances back at Katniss, who looks just as scared.

"We thought he was with you! We haven't seen him since you ran off," Katniss says, Johanna nodding.

I feel myself grow cold, and my heart feels like it has stopped beating. It feels as though my blood has turned into lead, and I can only think of the worst.

**A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy chapter 7! Let me know what you think and leave me a review as it helps me so much to hear what you have to say. ~Kat**


	8. Chapter 8

**Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story belong to the Hunger Games!**

I turn around and open the door, so fast I hear the air go _whoosh_. As I step outside, I can hear Katniss, "Clove, wait-," but her voice is cut off by the door slamming shut behind me. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my blood and I need to move. I need to find him. I _need_ to find him.

But where is he?

_Think Clove, think. Where would he possibly be?_

Then it clicks.

My feet are running before I've even processed where I'm going. Down the hallway, my feet slap against the floor. Left, right, left, right, my feet thump against the grey carpet.

Turning left around the fork in the hallway, I'm back at room 40. My room. The room with the hatch in the floor that opens into the sky. The room where I almost died.

But I didn't.

Outside of the room is a drink cart, and I feel my suspicion growing. This can't be good.

Then I see it. On the edge of the drink cart is a medium sized retractable knife that looks like it has bits of onion on the blade. Wiping the onions off, I press the blade into its safety cover and jamb the knife into my pocket. Whatever happens, at least I'm prepared. Right?

Turning towards the door, I press my ear against the cool metal and hold my breath.

Nothing.

I pull my key out of my pocket and jamb it into the lock. Jiggling the key around and turning it to the left to unlock the door, I turn the handle and the door clicks open. Quietly I step into the room and the door slams behind me.

It's completely dark inside, and as soon as I take a couple steps forward, I feel disorientated. No light from the hallway is shining in from under the door, and I can't find the door handle. Shit.

"Hello? Who's in here?" I call, trying to hide the fear in my voice. Nothing follows but silence.

Silence. I move forward again, and trip over something on the floor. Catching myself, I hear something coming from somewhere close.

Breathing.

Someone or something is breathing.

The sound is close. Getting closer.

"Hello?" I call again, the fear in my voice is very evident. Nothing could hide my panic. The breathing is getting closer to me. So close, I feel like I could almost touch the sound of the breathing. My breath catches in my throat as the sound envelopes me.

Suddenly, I feel something hit me square in the back of the head. Pain erupts in my skull as I sink to the floor. My eyes start to flutter, and the pain washes over my body, as I feel my eyes close.

When I wake up, the throbbing in my head is dreadfully intense. My eyes are blurry, and it takes me a while to focus. Spots of white dot the edges of my vision, and my body feels cold and heavy.

What's happening?

What's going on?

Turning onto my sides, I realize I'm still lying on the floor. I try to move my arms, but I feel resistance. Looking over, I notice duct tape securing my wrists together, and binding them around the leg of a chair. Shit.

Looking up at the chair, I notice two shoes and a pair of legs. Someone is slumped in the chair that my wrists are bound to. How did this happen? My mind is groggy, and suddenly all I want to do is sleep. _Why are the lights on? Why is it so bright?_

_Why are you thinking about lights, Clove?_

_Clove?_

_Clove?_

_Clove?_

"Clove?" a muffled voice whispers. I realize that the voice in my head was actually calling my name, and I'm snapped back to reality. Craning my head around, I look up at the person sitting in the chair. Except that the person isn't sitting freely, they are bound to the chair. And the person is also Cato.

"Cato? What's, what's happening? What's going on, what…" I trail off when the edges of my vision cloud over. My head throbs, and I crumple back onto the floor. I've never felt this helpless before.

"Clove, listen to me. We don't have a lot of time, but I can explain later. We need to get out of here before the hatch is opened up," Cato says quietly. His words scare me into paying attention. The hatch? Someone's going to open the hatch?

"What do you mean the hatch?" I sound scared and all I want to do is be brave right now. Although being brave is kinda hard when your duct taped to a chair with a throbbing headache and the idea that you could die if you don't get out of the duct tape. So maybe brave isn't the adjective of the moment.

"I'll explain everything later but we have to get out of the room before we get sucked out into the sky," I can hear the worry in Cato's voice but I have not idea how he expects us to get out of our restraints.

Pain erupts in my skull as I turn to look up at Cato and I can't help but shriek. "Ah oh god, ah that hurt," white and black circles block my vision, and the room starts to spin out of focus.

"Clove? Clove!" Cato's voice sounds muted and far away, like he's standing in a tunnel. His face teeters out of my vision and I feel like my head is about to explode.

I close my eyes until the dizziness stops, and wait until the pain dissipates.

Cato is looking down at me, and the worry is clearly etched across his face. Clearing my throat, I meet his eyes, this time without pain.

"I have a knife in my back pocket, but I can't reach it," I whisper holding his gaze. At least I did something right.

"A knife, how did you manage to get a hold of a knife? And how did you clear security with – " I cut Cato off before he can continue. "I took it from the beverage cart outside of the room, and its in the left pocket of my jeans," I whisper quietly, making sure nobody can hear us.

I pull myself closer to the chair, where Cato's feet are resting. He seems to get the idea, and kicks his shoes off. Carefully, Cato knocks the knife out of my pocket, so it's resting on my back.

"Here, I'll pick it up with my feet and put it where your hands are," he whispers, manoeuvring his feet to grab the blade. I feel him lift it off my back, and soon the blade falls right beside my hands.

Carefully, I twist my wrists around and grab the knife. With the push of a button, the blade pops out of the protective case, exposing the sharp edge.

My wrists are straining against my restraints as I push the knife against the duct tape. It takes a bit of work, but soon I've separated myself from the chair. Another few slices and my wrists are free.

As I get to my feet, the whole room starts to spin. Flashes of light dance in front of my eyes, and the same sharp pain spews through my head. I don't notice that I'm falling, but rather that the floor is growing closer to me. My impact with the floor sends shock waves of pain through my body, and I feel the knife slip from between my fingers. Cato's voice reverberates in my head, but the pain makes it hard to focus on him. As another wave of pain washes over me, I begin to hear the sound of metal scraping together. The last time I heard that sound, the hatch opened up and swallowed the furniture in my room. And nearly me along with it.

Suddenly it clicks together, and I realize the severity of the situation. The hatch is about to be opened up and Cato is still bound to the chair that I'm lying beside on the floor.

My vision is too blurry to see clearly, so I feel around on the floor for the knife. My fingers flit over the handle, and I grab it tightly. With my other hand, I reach for the chair, using the sides to pull me up onto my knees. I have to pause quickly when the pain increases, but I push past it as best as I can. Faintly, I can make out Cato's hands, and I reach for the silver duct tape wrapped around his wrists. Swiftly, I pull the blade across the tape, freeing Cato from his restraints. Another wave of pain washes over me, and I crumple to the floor again, helpless.

As the room spins around me, a gust of air rushes up from the floor. Tilting my head to the left, I can see the dark sky from the gap between the opening hatch and the floor. Before my mind can even wander to the thought of being sucked out of the plane, I feel my weight being lifted off of the cold floor, draped in a pair of strong arms. I clutch the knife to my chest as we leave the room, as everything fades away into darkness.

**A/N: Chapter 8! Tell me what you think in the reviews :) ~Kat**


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